#yuji drabble

[niki-phoria]

⋆｡°✩ I COULDN'T BE MORE IN LOVE

small gestures of affection with itadori yuuji, fushiguro megumi, gojo satoru, and kamo choso

notes: gn reader (no pronouns used), some of these don't really fit the prompt but whatever lol, cw for mentions of blood/injuries in megumi and choso's, inspired by this prompt list by @euthymiaaa not proofread !! pls forgive any mistakes, title from the 1975 - i couldn't be more in love

“yuuji,” your voice cuts through the chaos swirling throughout ITADORI YUUJI’S mind effortlessly. he freezes, swiftly turning on his heel to face you. you softly smile as you take a step closer to him, gesturing to the mess of fabric messily woven into itself. “do you need some help?”

“yeah,” yuuji nods, tugging at his tie until it falls flat against his chest once again. “some help would be nice.”

taking the fabric into your hands, you weave the ends together to form a small knot near the center of yuuji’s chest. carefully, you slide it upwards until it sits snugly at the center of yuuji’s neck. “you’ve never had to wear a suit before, have you?”

“i’m sorry,” he nervously chuckles. he unconsciously raises a hand, absentmindedly brushing a hand through the little hairs near the nape of his neck. “i’ve never had a reason to dress up before.”

you simply chuckle in response, reaching up and attempting to smooth away the wrinkles in the fabric. your fingertips trace the edges, hiding away any loose threads or imperfections from the tailoring. “it’s alright. i don’t mind.”

you reach upwards, caressing his cheek with your thumb. your fingertips brush against the edges of the small curse marks beneath his eyes, making yuuji smile brightly. “you look really nice, yuuji.”

a light flush spreads across his face, tinting his face a deep pink. he smiles softly, replying, “but not as good as you.”

“you’re awake.” 

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI softly groans, squinting up at the ceiling above as the blurriness slowly begins to clear from his vision. he squeezes his eyes shut for a moment before the ringing in his ears dissipates, leaving only the quiet hum from a nearby fan to fill the silence. 

the first thing megumi notices is your eyes. if he didn’t know any better, he would have missed the eyebags that he could’ve sworn weren’t there this morning and the slight nervous shake in your hands when you reach over to pass him a bottle of water. guilt settles into the pit of his stomach before he can will it away. “what happened?”

“a curse hit you into a wall. ieiri said it was a severe concussion.” megumi nods. reaching up, he carefully brushes a hand against the bandages wrapped tightly around his forehead. he can still vaguely taste the blood that filled his mouth after the injury. “don’t worry. i took care of the curse.” 

“thank you.” he sighs, carefully pushing his body to sit upwards. “i’m sorry i worried you.”

megumi’s breath catches in his throat when you reach over, taking his hands into your own. blood rushes to his cheeks, spreading an embarrassingly obvious flush across his features. butterflies swarm throughout his stomach in waves as your fingertips trace along the fresh bruises staining his pale skin before you settle for intertwining your hands together. “i’m just glad you’re safe,” you smile, sealing your promise with a soft squeeze.

GOJO SATORU awakens to the sight of sunlight threatening to break through the closed blinds. rays of light illuminate your bedroom, casting a golden glow across your features. he groans as he rolls onto his side, stretching out his tired limbs beneath the covers. 

your quiet chuckle from beside him breaks him out of his trance. satoru blinks the sleepiness away from his eyes as he shifts, moving to face in your direction. stray strands of white hair frame his sharp features. your gaze the jagged edges of the few scars that litter his bare chest, admiring the aspects that make him human.

without the usual blindfold covering his face, your gaze rises to meet satoru’s. his eyes are the colour of the ocean. the shine like gemstones - brilliant and blue. you reach upwards, carefully carding your hand through his bangs. the strands are soft against your skin as you weave them in between your fingertips; he sighs as your nails gently massage against his scalp. “good morning, satoru.”

under the safety of your comforter, satoru allows the weight of the world to slip off of his shoulders. he smiles softly, shuffling across the sheets to entangle your bodies together. his hands skim the hem of his stolen t-shirt; his fingertips threaten to slip beneath the fabric to ghost against your bare skin. he leans in, pressing a feather-light kiss against your cheek as he wraps his arms around you. “morning.”

“i’m sorry.”

KAMO CHOSO can feel the gentle burn of ice against his fingertips as he carefully holds the ice pack against your face. hues of purple and green bloom against your cheek, staining your skin with the temporary consequences of being too headstrong in a fight. dark, worried eyes meet your own when he looks up. “for what?”

you catch your bottom lip between your teeth, anxiously chewing on the flesh until choso takes your hand into his own. he unconsciously rubs his thumb against your knuckles, tracing the scars decorating your skin - a gentle reminder to relax before your teeth cause a new wound. “being stubborn. dragging you into the fight. not waiting for backup.”

choso’s lips quirk into a slight frown. “i’m not upset at you,” he begins. you flinch slightly when he adjusts the angle of the ice pack until it presses against a fresh area of the bruise. the shake in his hands is unmistakable when he brushes his fingertips against the edge of your jaw. “it… worries me,” he mumbles. his gaze has fallen, now staring at the bandages woven tightly around your bicep. his anxiety had provided enough positive energy to prevent any serious injuries, but you still needed stitches after he dragged you into the safety of shoko’s office. “when you’re reckless. your body isn’t as easy to heal as mine is.”

“i’m sorry i worried you.” you reach up, pulling choso’s hand away from your face. “i’ll be more careful next time.” you toss the ice pack to the side; choso’s cheeks flush when you press a feather-light kiss against his knuckles. “thank you.”

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[nana-au]

random yuji headcanon

i like to imagine that yuji is generally an easy going, nonconfrontational guy but the moment someone uses the wrong tone with you he can't help but lose his cool. it's not some big explosion but he definitely is no longer sporting his signature smile. if it's someone that you both see on a daily basis because they're in your friend group he doesn't bother to go out of his way to include them in the group conversation/activity like he usually does. he may even glare at them when they speak until they apologize for their mistake.

i just think yuji is a sweetie pie with a soft spot for his shy friend </3 he wouldn't stand for anyone disrespecting you.

[m-ayo-o]

21+ bestie yuji x gn reader ORAL smutty slumber party. yes this is because i felt bad about forgetting him in the original play fight me post. 18+

thinking about... play fighting with YUJI in the bedroom.

you're having a slumber party with your bestie YUJI and he is wearing the sluttiest cutest pyjamas you've ever seen.

you stare a little and he feels like he has to explain himself "what? this is just what i sleep in..." he gestures to the skimpy shorts. he's not wearing anything on top, "or i'll get too hot."

they're too small for him. maybe he didn't realise he got bigger, but you did. you notice how he fills out the pretty pink material perfectly, seeing his ass cheeks bulge and flex while he lies down on the bed, flicking through your movie options for the night.

you jump onto the bed making him bounce and he gives you a funny look like you're trying to start a fight with him. he drops the remote and grabs a pillow and you start having the most intense pillow fight. more like a pillow battle. to the death. and you only stop when it gets way too silly- you nearly fell off the bed and he grabbed your arm only for you to land a solid whack on his head. he went down and you landed clumsily on top of him with your face on his tummy.

but he's naked there, and your face suddenly heats up from seeing him up close like this - the ridges and dips of his muscles, tanned skin, his dark brown body hair where his shorts slipped down - you stare. he watches you try to snap yourself out of it but he only encourages you to stare more, "you can touch me there, if you want."

you're so shocked and curious that you just have to and you feel him and his warm body and then, then you know it's all over. you tug his shorts down with his permission and you get the surprise of your life to see how big he is and you take him in your pretty mouth and suck him like the sweetest lollipop you've ever tasted.

but your friendship with YUJI will never be over. once he's finished cumming on your chest where you pulled your top down he helps you clean up and asks which movie you'd like to watch. he tells you that felt amazing and that you should have slumber parties more often.

yuji | m.list

[luna-andra]

"Out of my fries, Yuji!" You exclaimed as you tugged on the baby hairs on the back of his neck.

"Ow, OWW! Okay I'm sorry!" He hissed as his hand flew up to where you assaulted his dark, overgrown undercut, ducking out of the way before he got in anymore trouble. A little pout formed on his face as he sat at the dining room table with a slump in his shoulders, the aroma of fast food quickly filling up the apartment. Yeah, it was his fault that he told you he didn't want anything to eat, but now smelling it, his stomach growled.

But you weren't heartless. You knew teenage boys inhaled twice their body weight at that age. That wounded puppy look quickly dissipated once he realized you were pulling a smaller bag out with his own order of fries, hazelnut brown eyes twinkling with gratitude for his brother's girlfriend being so thoughtful all of the time. "Next time, tell me you're hungry, dork."

[teatreeoilll]

w/c: 450

Tutoring Yuji is an effortless task; he hunches over the desk, his eyes honed in on your pen as it moves to write another equation while his head nods incessantly as you try your best to recite another simplified explanation.

“Does it make any sense now?” You ask him, putting down your pen next to your notebook.

Yuji’s eyes dart from the paper to look at your timid smile, “Yeah, I think I get it now.” He glances at the papers and textbooks spread out on the table.

“Good then,” You sigh, feeling the relief wash over your body, “I’m off to the bathroom for a moment, so why don’t you solve..” You turn a few pages in the textbook and point to an intermediate-level exercise at the top of the paper, “This?”

As you turn to leave, he lifts his head and locks eyes with you, giving you a resolute nod; as you move towards the door, you catch a faint sound - a quiet sigh that is barely audible over the rustle of papers and the hum of the air conditioning.

“Fushiguro.” Yuji whispers to his friend, who sits a few desks away engrossed in his studies, “Fushiguro!”

“What?” The dark-haired boy snapped, lamenting the loss of focus in his book.

Yuji holds his textbook over his head, pointing at the cover, "I don't get it." 

"What do you mean you don't get it?" Megumi squints at the book, "Then why were you nodding for the past half an hour?" 

Yuji's eyes dart to the floor as he slowly and shamefully places the textbook back on the desk, "I don't want her to think I'm stupid." He murmurs.

"What are you talking about, Itadori?" Megumi sighs, burying his gaze back in his book, "She already thinks you're stupid. That's why she's tutoring you." 

"Alright! Let's get back to it," you exclaim from the doorway, returning to the desk where Yuji sits, pressing the palms of his hands to his frustrated expression. 

"Yuji?" you anxiously place a hand on his shoulder, "Are you okay?" 

"He's fine," Megumi chimes, "He just didn't understand anything, and now he's afraid you'll think he's stupid." 

"Fushiguro!" The chair squeaks under Yuji as he stands up, knocking your hand off his shoulder, "Traitor." He mumbles. 

Yuji turned to you with a defeated look, his fingers running through his vibrant pink hair. "I'm really sorry for wasting your time," he said regretfully, "You don't have to tutor me anymore."

"What are you talking about, Yuji?" Your voice wavers slightly when you take your hand in his, watching a deep blush settle on his cheeks, "We're just starting out." 

[kiwi-backup]

[pining, unrequited love, nsfw mentions, older reader, etc.]

[wc: 1.6k]

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Yuji didn’t realize how fucked he was until it was too late.

"Don't even bother," Fushiguro had mumbled to him as he walked the new and incredibly naive recruit around campus. He didn't need to look in his direction to know what Yuji was fixated on. "She'll eat you alive."

Yuji hardly registered his words, not while he watched one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen hand another sorcerer's ass to them.

You moved with such precision and poise, fixated on your target while you trained. Even if he didn't know much about being a jujutsu sorcerer, he could tell you were strong. Wildly so.

He made a conscious effort to pull his jaw back up from the floor, remembering that Fushiguro was still next to him. "Huh?"

The latter scoffed. "Y/n, I mean. Don't bother wasting your time. Many before you have tried to get with her and none of them have been successful. It's embarrassing at this point."

Yuji heard his warning, but something in him didn't care. Not while he watched you pin the other sorcerer to the ground with cursed energy emanating from your fists. "How old is she?"

Fushiguro clapped a hand against his back, only to fist the material of his uniform before dragging him off with a sigh. "Too old for you."

He was right. You were in your early 20s, and you typically spent most of your time with Ino—the only other person in your year. But that didn't stop you from hanging out with the others.

As time went on, Yuji's fixation only got worse.

It turned out, not only were you unattainable yet yearned for by many of your colleagues, you were also incredibly friendly. Even if Yuji and Fushiguro were much younger, that didn't stop you from dropping in and getting up to mischief with them.

You teased them both relentlessly, which only made him fall harder. Even Fushiguro received some of your light-hearted attention and tried his hardest to pretend like he didn't enjoy every time you called him "Gumi" or ruffled his hair, but Yuji was perceptive enough to catch the subtle color in his cheeks.

As he got to know you more, Yuji found himself struggling to get over that ever-growing longing to be with you. To be the sole recipient of your affections. To hold you and be the only one you needed. To be the one you unraveled for.

Those thoughts turned especially lewd in the middle of the night when he bit back his little whines as he pumped his cock all alone in his twin bed. He thought of only you: your effortless beauty, the way you smiled at him and laughed at his shitty jokes, or how you held your head up high knowing you possessed admirable strength and finesse.

He knew he was too young for you, but that part of him was always holding out hope for more. Hoping he might get to see your body in its completeness and find himself lucky enough to feel it for himself.

Those whines turned into whimpers as he stroked himself harder, imagining it was you pushing him to the edge instead. Making his thighs clench and his toes curl as his orgasm approached. Dissolving him into a shameful, desperate mess for a woman who likely only saw him as a kid.

He did everything in his power to keep his frantic sounds at bay, and to keep anyone else from hearing his eager little grunts as he flicked his thumb over his agonizingly hard tip, wishing it was your tongue.

Yuji knew he was fighting a losing battle in trying to suppress those feelings in his chest for you, especially when he pictured you just down the hall from him, fingers slipping into your wet pussy as you choked back your pretty moans. As you arched away from the bed with your head tipped back, gasping for breath.

God, he knew you'd sound like a siren in bed. Given how sensual and attentive you were in conversation, his imagination ran wild with that thought.

Every moan and whimper from your tantalizing lips would push him over the edge, and he wouldn't be able to stop himself from cumming hard.

Yuji bit down on his bottom lip as he finally released into his fist, struggling to stay quiet with every wave of pleasure moving through him. He could only picture you receiving his heavy load, taking every drop of his cum with your name on it.

He'd look down at the mess he made, glittering under the moonlight on his hand and belly as he caught his breath. Awash with shame every time, he knew it was a dangerous game to fuel his own delusions. He knew he was only making it worse for himself.

As embarrassed as he was to get off at the mere thought of you, aware of how depraved it was, Yuji couldn't help it. Eventually, thinking about you and your tight body was the only way he could get off.

Yuji didn't want to think of you that way, but he was in too deep to get himself back out. You were just too much, and he couldn't stop himself from fixating on every interaction you had with him, down to the very words you spoke to him.

You filled his head with fuzz every time you did so much as smile in his direction, especially when you'd throw your arms around him and Fushiguro as you walked somewhere, teasing them into blushing and stuttering uselessly over their words.

As much as they tried to be mostly professional about things, even the senseis and those with minimal affiliation with the school would look at you in a certain way.

He couldn't blame them, of course. You were perfect. Stupidly, completely perfect. But he knew that meant his range of competition was even wider than he initially thought.

Yuji never thought his own brother was someone he'd have to consider competition. Especially not when he introduced you two, hoping to ease Choso's transition into regular human society.

He did it with such ease, since you were an active part of his life, regardless of how unaware you were of his feelings.

"Choso, this is y/n. Y/n, this is my brother, Choso," he said, smiling that usual love-struck smile.

"Brother, huh?" You had questioned, holding a hand out to the man standing before you. "It's nice to meet you, Choso."

"N-nice to meet you, too..."

Yuji obviously knew Choso needed help socially, so he chalked that sheepish grin up to him being nervous about coming off weird or unnatural in conversations. He wasn't aware of how Choso's heart was beating irregularly, or how he was already struggling with that attraction he didn't quite understand.

What he didn't know was how immediately struck his brother was by the woman Yuji couldn't get out of his head. He didn't realize that by making the introduction, he was inadvertently creating a connection that would break his heart so completely, he didn't know how he would un-fuck himself from the whole situation.

Yuji didn't catch how his older brother was making heart-eyes at you while your group was busy having fun at a local fair. Yuji didn't see how flustered Choso was getting every time you looked at him. Every time you enthusiastically pulled him toward a ride you wanted to go on, or a game you wanted to play together.

Yuji was so wrapped up in his own feelings for you that he couldn't see how his own brother was lost in the throes of falling completely in love with you.

He was blindsided the moment Choso asked him what his feelings meant and how he should approach the situation. How he wanted to ask you to be his girlfriend, but he was afraid of messing up.

It was that moment when everything came crashing down around Yuji. Forced to give his brother half-hearted advice, he mumbled those words through tight lips as he fought back the wash of heat that consumed his entire body. The way his hands shook at the thought of losing you.

He kept it together for his brother.

He didn't hate Choso for it. He never could.

But Yuji was heartbroken all the same.

It broke even more each time he watched the two of you walking around, holding hands as you babbled on about something all the while Choso drank you in like you were the sun itself. Like you made the world go 'round, and he was just thankful to be in your presence.

That was how Yuji saw you too, but he couldn't let you know that. Not anymore.

He knew his brother would treat you right. He knew he could trust Choso with your heart, but it didn't make that burn easier to bear.

Even as he stomached it for everyone's sake, Yuji couldn't handle being in the same room as you two. Especially not whenever you curled into Choso while his arms wrapped around you, holding your body close to his like the pure gift you were. And definitely not when his brother would blush profusely every time you kissed him, only to giggle vibrantly at his reaction.

It had been a losing battle from the start, but when it came down to it, Yuji knew there was nothing he could do about it.

He was only a kid, after all.

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[pt. 2 ♡]

[xxsabitoxx]

Yuji being obsessed with the eating your pussy and accidentally teaching Sukuna how enjoyable it can be.

Sukuna, who’s never seen the appeal in going down on a woman. He figures he would personally gain no pleasure from it so why even bother?

Yuji, who’s the polar opposite and dreams of the day he can finally get you in his bed. Just so he can shove his head between your thighs and eat you out until you’re crying

Sukuna, who’s been forced to listen to these thoughts for years now because Yuji won’t grow a pair and just ask you out. Seriously, it’s been years, he’s losing his mind.

Yuji, who finally asks you out after one shot for courage and can’t believe it when you’re telling him that you’ve been waiting forever for him to ask that question.

Yuji, who forgets that even a single shot of liquor can get him buzzed and in no time at all he has his hands all over you. Not that you mind, you’ve waited just as long for him.

Yuji, who’s dragging you into a random bedroom at this house party and is locking the door behind you, lips glued to yours as he backs you up until you’re falling onto the mattress with him on top of you.

Yuji, who’s kissing his way down your body, falling to his knees before you as he nearly drags your lower half off of the mattress. Tugging your pants and underwear off in one go just to toss them somewhere into the room

Yuji, who’s spreading your thighs apart to finally catch a glimpse of the cunt he’s been dreaming of for years. Saliva pooling in his mouth at the sight of your dripping cunt.

Yuji, who’s whining as he moves his head lower, nipping and sucking the plush flesh of your inner thighs. Your nosies only egging him on as he moves his way upwards.

Yuji, who’s breath is coming out in short pants as he hovers just above your cunt, asking your permission one last time since he knows he’ll be too far gone to stop soon.

Yuji, who’s whimpering against your cunt as he eats you out, tongue licking greedily along your slit before prodding at your swollen clit. Drool leaking down his chin and subsequently your cunt, mixing with your arousal.

Yuji, who has you falling apart on his tongue over and over before he’s even satisfied enough to come up for air. His cheeks flushed pink and hair a mess from where your hands had been pulling at it.

Yuji, who’s begging you to let him eat you again, as if his lips and chin aren’t covered in your sticky arousal. Watching as you struggle to catch your breath, not thinking he would make you cum as many times as he had.

Yuji, who’s practically crying when you lazily nod “yes”, your eyelids almost impossible to keep open as you fall back against the mattress and let him eat you out for the umpteenth time that night.

Sukuna, who’s eyes have been fully opened (against his will) to the appeal in eating a woman’s cunt.

Mildly unfinished but like… the vision is there my

Edit: based on some recent comments and anons I’ve received, there seems to be some confusion with this post.

So let me clarify that Yuji is 21-22 in this, he is in college, I’ve written him the age he would be in 2024.

If you don’t agree with aging up characters? Don’t read the post, or just block me. It’ll save all of us the time and sanity.

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

Not telling the JJK men you love them back over the phone

Tags: smau, fluff, crack, suggestive (only on Toji’s and Nanami’s slides)

An: I saw this prank being done on TikTok by a girl and her boyfriend, so I tried to replicate it in smau format with the JJK men so enjoy :) alsoooo how are we feeling about the new contact photos 🤭

Incl: Satoru, Suguru, Nanami, Choso, Toji, Sukuna, Yuji, Megumi, Inumaki

[rissouu]

they bond with your pet!

pairings: gojo satoru, suguru geto, toji fushiguro, megumi fushiguro, ryomen sukuna, yuji itadori, nanami kento, + choso kamo!

warnings: fluff fluff fluff :)

authors note: some random shit i was thinking abt guys so enjoyyy!

©rissouu 2024

masterlist

[flowerymenendez]

Your face was smashed against the pillows, your hair all sticky with sweat while your older and handsome boyfriend pounded deep and hard his thick and veiny length into your poor cunny.

You moan breathlessly when your fifth orgasm hits you hard, making your legs shake and your pussy throb like crazy.

He wraps his arms around your waist, pressing your back against his bulky chest while he spurts his thick load into your cervix, moaning deeply against your ear.

After a few minutes of recovery, he breathes out a silent plea while his hand wraps around his softened cock, pushing the mushroomy tip once again between your sticky and messy folds.

"Come on, darlin', gimme another one..."

[niki-phoria]

gn!reader with megumi, choso and yuuji where they fall asleep on the reader?? <33

⋆｡°✩ WHEREVER YOU'RE GOIN', I'M GOIN' THE SAME

fushiguro megumi, itadori yuuji, and kamo choso falling asleep on you

notes: gn reader (no pronouns used), thank you so much for requesting !! i hope you like it :)), header from pinterest, title from frank ocean - moon river

the train is quiet, the silence only broken by the slow hum of the motor running. FUSHIGRUO MEGUMI sighs as he leans back against the seat cushions. exhaustion settles deep into his bones. his head aches as he closes his eyes, letting himself relax a little in the safety of the bullet train’s cabin.

you startle when you feel a weight leaning against your body. megumi flinches when his head lolls onto your shoulder. he flinches, jumping awake with a sharp gasp and wide eyes. “i’m sorry,” he mumbles, glancing at the ground. he slinks a little into his seat in a poor attempt to hide his flushed cheeks behind the edge of his jacket.

“it’s okay,” you chuckle, brushing your bloody knuckles against his bruised cheek. “sleep. i’ll wake you up when we get back.”

pursing his lips, megumi glances out of the window. amongst the slow-moving landscape outside, he catches a small glimpse of a nearby sign. saitama - at least another forty minutes away. when he glances at you once again, you’re softly smiling. the sunlight illuminates your features beautifully. golden rays highlight the rise of your cheekbones and the way your hair frames your face. when you look at him like that, how could he ever say no?

“okay,” megumi relents with a soft nod, hesitantly leaning his head against your body once again. “thank you.”

ITADORI YUUJI is less than quiet as he clumsily stumbles into your dorm room. he’s welcomed with the soft glow from the sunset and the quiet echo of megumi’s door closing from across the hall. “yuuji,” you smile. he simply hums in return, settling himself into your lap so his head rests against your thighs. “long day?”

“the longest,” he sighs. “i thought it was never gonna end.”

yuuji’s tired gaze meets your own as you reach down, gently beginning to card your fingers through his hair. your hands carefully untangle any stray knots as you brush the strands away from his face. “wanna watch human earthworm four?”

he smiles brightly. “i’d like that.” yuuji sighs as you continue to twist short strands of pink locks between your fingers; his body relaxes at the feeling of your nails gently scratching against his scalp. 

the movie’s action is forgotten in favour of studying yuuji’s features - the small scars beneath his eyes; the downward slope of his nose; the steady rise and fall of his chest every time he breathes. “love you,” he whispers, though the words slur together as they leave his lips. “love you so much.”

you smile. your ministrations don’t cease, even when you lean down to press a soft kiss against his temple. his eyes flutter shut as his breathing evens out, signaling the beginning of a nap. “i love you too, yuuji.”

it wasn’t often that KAMO CHOSO felt like this - loved; respected; safe. your shared bedroom is illuminated only by moonlight shining through your window, painting the world silver. in the quiet of the night, he can hear the rhythmic noise of crickets chirping and the occasional wind blowing through the empty city streets. 

“choso,” you whisper. your voice is quiet in the night; it nearly startles him to hear you whisper after such a long period of silence. furrowing your eyebrows, you shuffle a little closer to his body. the blankets rustle as you reach up, carefully resting your hand against his chest, just over where his heart should be. he can feel the tension in his body slowly disappearing against your touch, making a soft sigh escape his lips. “why are you still up?”

“i can’t sleep,” he mumbles. and it’s true. curses don’t need sleep the way humans do, but the routine makes some part of him feel more normal. 

choso can almost visualize the way your lips quirk into a soft frown. your movements cease for a moment before you’re tugging him closer until his head rests against your chest. he can hear your heart beating steadily against your ribcage, soothing the worst of his anxieties. 

“i love you, choso,” you whisper. 

he closes his eyes, finally finding solace in the safety of your arms. “i love you too, y/n.”

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[barbiecsworld]

Thinkin’ about oh so sweet, himbo yuji and his smart girlfriend who lectures him day to day and tries her hardest to get yuji to use his brain. Only because you want him to be careful and safe because he’s your sweet boy. Too bad yuji doesn’t seem to care enough to actually use his brain for most things especially when he has someone as smart and patient as you! He’s really lucky he thinks. Oh so sweet himbo yuji, who in return for your patience and putting up with his antics, makes you go dumb on his cock because he’s just too big and ‘won’t fit.’ He never fails to bruise your pussy, and then beat in your insides. You just feel too good and he doesn’t wanna stop. Just for him to make you mushy all over again with his mumbling in your ear

“it’ll fit, open that shit up for me ma”

“You feel it right here don’t you?”

“You’re my smart girl.”

“Use those brains of yours to shut up and take it like a good girl”

taking requests btw!!

[bunnyyyuu]

includes: gn! reader, aged up! boys, i dont know what to put here u get the point

what are the boys packing?

MEGUMI — perrrrrrrfect like the rest of him

6.50 inches, reasonable girth, uncircumcised, curve to the right, pretty pink tip, one big fat vein running on the underside of it. it's very nice. like i said, it's perfect. he fits so snugly inside you, reaching the most head-spinning spot inside you. you don't need two hands to give him a handy, but you definitely struggle to take him in your mouth. his tip is super super sensitive also. he blushes every time you ogle it like it's the most beautiful thing ever, but he stops caring when you absolutely worship his perfect cock.

TOGE — short boy, short dick

4.75 inches, on the thinner side, circumcised, oh so subtle curve to the left, light salmon pink tip, veerrry veiny (like big fat veins that he NEEDS you to lick). it's cute! it fits! to his credit, he is great with it and it fits just right in your pretty mouth. not too much, not too little. he makes up for his lack in size with his tongue and hands, don't worry. he’s a little embarrassed about it being too small, but, of course, you reassure him. though he wouldn't mind if you made fun of his size a little.

YUUJI — a great size <3

5.50 inches, really fat, circumcised, no noticeable curve, tip is really pink (especially when you tease him for hours), also extremely vieny but they're less prominent than toge’s. the length is perfect and cozy tight inside you, but his girth stretches you out until you're seeing nothing but stars. same with your mouth—it is a challange to stuff all that thickness in your throat. he leaks like a lot. a gust of wind will have this bitch leaking pre like a waterfall. his balls, too, are super fat. please play with his balls!!!

YUUTA — wtf? freakishly huge??

8.25 inches, super duper girthy, uncircumcised, curves to the right, the most beautiful pastel pink tip, a few cutesy veins. like many before me, i declare that huge massive dick yuuta is canon. it's scary, terrifying even. he’s muscular—can't be the second strongest without being musclar—but he’s still pretty lean and lanky, but he has such a long, fat dick that it is insanely jarring. a shower, for sure, but that's okay. he’s so humble about it; “is it really that big?” he blushes when you're gawking and rambling about how there's no way it’ll fit your first time with him. spoiler alert, it does not fit. it stretches you out and splits you open like nothing else ever could. he feels so guilty about it, yet it always makes you cum so hard you almost pass out so he feels a little better!

[tired-biscuit]

18+ MDNI, fem!reader

having this really specific — and kind of goofy — thought about getting a tiny rubber duck as like a joke gift for your boyfriend yuuji, and him making sure it’s turned around whenever you guys fuck in the shower.

you’re having a full blown make out session and the water is hot as it runs down you both — yes, you’re squeezed together that tightly. his pink hair is dripping wet, it sticks to his forehead, and his mouth has formed into this adorable ‘o’ shape as he pants and stammers and grunts from how good your touch feels as you stroke him.

he’s got one palm pressed against the tiles that you’re leaning against, the other one is cupping your pussy. his fingers lazily circle your clit as his tongue tangles with yours; the tips nudging your warm entrance every so often and gathering the sticky arousal there before it can be washed away by the water because he knows he won’t be able to push that fat cock of his into you otherwise when the time comes for it.

however, when that time does indeed come and you hint at getting slammed, yuuji is pulling back, his honey-coloured eyes suddenly open wide. he’s still breathing like he’s just ran a marathon instead of standing in the shower and his broad chest heaves up and down as he turns his head to the side in one sharp movement; right in the direction of the spot where you both keep your shampoo bottles.

“yuuji…? what’s wrong?” you ask, eyelids still heavy with lust. it makes your vision somewhat blurry.

“just a sec,” he rasps, searching amongst the bottles. “gotta make sure we don’t have an audience.”

“an audience?” you repeat.

“yep!” he says, popping the p. “i meant this little sucker right… here.”

after a little rummaging, he finds the thing he’s been looking for: a small rubber ducky that you’d gotten him months ago as a means to cheer him up after he’d had a particularly bad day.

you watch, brow quirked in quiet amusement, as he carefully flips it around then, making sure it remains in the same exact spot, but this time with its little beak turned towards the shower wall instead of you.

he treats it with such care, like it’s made out of gold instead of plain vinyl. knowing him, he probably does see it that way and it makes you huff a laugh.

he’s just so goddamn endearing, isn’t he?

seemingly pleased with his actions, yuuji swiftly focuses his attention back to you. he smiles that beaming lover boy grin that you feel weak in the knees for, and his hands are loving but firm as he grabs you by the hips, silently urging you to press your front against the tiles instead of your back.

“okay, your turn now.”

with how hard he is, something tells you he won’t treat you as gently as he did his present.

[grenadehearts]

Jjk smau request for the plus size girlies where they just talk about how much they love our thighs? 🤭

JJK BOYS react to you feeling insecure over your thighs.

in which they yap about how much they adore your thighs..

authors note: i rly hope i did ur request right?? anyways this is my first jjk smau, and i alr suckkkk at smau's so bare w me.. also i did not know how to go abt writing nanami like at all. content suggestive! m.list includes s!gojo, s!geto, y!itadori, m!fushiguro, k!nanami.

p.s i spelled megumi's last name wrong in yuji's so ignore that pls. also it was not letting me lay the texts out how i wanted at all?? so its like one long list lmao.

[avaredava]

Ate out!

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Master list

⯌Sum

Megumi eating you out! (Aged up!)

⯌ Wc

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⯌ Warnings

Oral (fem!receiving), alcohol (reader is drunk), Megumi got SUPER mad at Yuji, some thigh grinding, clit stim

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One thing about Megumi Fushiguro is that he is one shy boy. Your poor boy is even too shy to hold your hand in public. One thing that fully changed his beliefs and personality for a split second.

You, his favourite girl, his love of his life, flirting with Yuji Itadori, his fucking best friend.

A bunch of Jujustu sorcerers came together after high school, since most of you still work at or for jujustu high and the society. A bunch you went to the bar. You're boyfriend Megumi, Nobara, and Yuji.

Soon enough you were drunk and it wasn't full on flirting but your hand on Yuji's chest was enough to set Megumi off. He grabbed Yuji by his collar and shook him.

"What the fuck are you try to attempt Itadori?! Do with my lady?" he slams him against the bar counter. "Man, I'm sorry!" He seems more scared than sorry. You're a bit scared yourself, he's more calm and collected seeing him like this is kinda scary.

Since your drunk and your an emotional girl anyway it just made it worse. The scariness in his eyes made some tears roll down your face. Your tight red dress that he bought that you're playing with, drunkenly like a child.

When Megumi heard a sniffle coming from your direction, his head snapped back dropping Yuji against the counter. He scurried over to you holding your cheeks.

"We weren't flirting, w-well I wasn't, maybe he was i-i'm sorry." You drunkenly ramble to him as some tears roll down your face. He hugs you close others watch and he gives a death glare and they look away quickly.

"I know you would never cheat me baby." He coos in your ear. "I was worried about Yuji, not you. You're my good girl..." He rubs your back kissing your forehead.

He brings you back to his apartment kissing your hair. "I'm sorry for scaring you baby." He says in his still face yet the emotion in his eyes showed sympathy.

He bounced you like a baby on his lap since you were so out of it and drunk but unfortunately that bouncing was making you grind pleasurably on his thigh causing you to whine out.

It took him a second to realize he was rubbing your clit with his thigh. But you to drunk to think straight so you sat there and whined tears pricking at your eyes.

He rubbed your cheek kissing your forehead. "Aw baby... it's okay, I got you." He cooed in your ear petting your hair. "Such a sweet girl."

He dipped his hand into your panties and and rubbed your clit while petting your hair, kissing your forehead.

The ache in your cunt was intense. Almost painful you needed him so bad. "I know it hurts, baby... I know."

He lays you in the bed kissing your head. He takes off your shirt letting your perky breasts free from your tight shirt. He slowly takes off your pants kissing down your body.

He throws your clothes to the floor leaving you in just your panties. He kisses the pubic area. He takes off the lacy panties not ripping because they are his favourite panties on you so he leaves you naked.

He gives your slit little kitten licks making your legs twitch. He rubbed your thighs because you were practically like an adult child right now. All he could think about was taking care of his sweet girl.

You sat there sprawled out drooling with tears. But he thought it was so hot, he couldn't get over how good you tasted. He did slow licks savouring your juices.

He slowly licked up to your clit with his eyes squeezed shut with his own sort of pleasure as he sucked on your clit.

It made you squirt so quick. Just the way he enjoyed himself and took his time just made it so pleasurable.

He lapped up your juices and went up your body and kissed your lips, you can taste yourself on him but your too tired and drunk to do anything.

As soon as he pulled the blankets up and held you, you fell asleep. His sweet girl.

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A/N: Gr I don't know how I feel about this 😭